Sunday was a day of dance in the
Jardin. From the gazebo at the center of this town's meeting place
came the sounds of the tango and sambo. In front of the Parroquia were
"traditional" dancers enjoying a sunny day at last. A Mexican friend of
mine takes great umbrage at these performances. "In Aztec culture,"
he says "wearing feathers was reserved for only the very highest
members of society. "

Meanwhile,
in between the two dance groups, young break dancers set up their own
impromptu stage with a large piece of cardboard. With humor, grace,
and the flexibility of young joints they gave us all a great show